A Rice Paddy

In my images and my imaginings, as long as I exist, I see you this way: this mystery, paired with itself — with me — and forever near, without dwelling in a foreign land. And forever near, without distance. Brimming with charming bonds between you and me... In my images and my imaginings, as long as I exist, your caressing hands, without mystery, wander over my body. You wander in me and find the dawns in the darkness of my being; and in that very moment, gently, the stem of your sweet iris you set in my vase... Without mystery our lips find each other and our tongues, with long breaths, mingle together, speak together: bright, sweet, clear — in every image, every imagining — like a rice paddy after the rain, after the veil of mist...